Camping Poems - Poems about Camping

...Their error is boundless Sprinkles to douse the brushfire of peace Groundless smear, disciplinary warning will burn out under the ether of passion for peace. From the shackles of apathy, sudden......Read the rest...

...They are wandering everywhere and you act as if you don’t care; they are wandering everywhere and you are walking around clapping your hands and stomping your feet and dragging your body on the cold ......Read the rest...

... A week of summer heat with no cooling breeze or break made bedrooms like brick kilns still hot after a day's firing. You couldn't sleep. Air conditioning back then was a couple of loud, ......Read the rest...

...See them sitting underneath the tree, they are on a mission to crucify thee, their knife is sharpened and ready to cut out a pound of your flesh from your gut if you do not pay back the debts, no exc......Read the rest...

...Maybe we went fishing Under the country sky Then maybe we went camping Counting stars and fireflies In the city maybe we played pool Restored a car, played chess, bowled Maybe we went to the......Read the rest...

...They came from hither and dither and wither and yon To camp under the stars on plaid blankets, beasts and a fawn One night of the year, sharing their hopes and dreams Under stars who gave them opt......Read the rest...

... AN ANECDOTE FROM THE PAST... Names of places and persons have either been changed or omitted to protect identity. It was a late summer’s night warm and balmy, Camping we were high in ......Read the rest...

...Have almost everything I need but a trailer and a electric bike Tired of having to hike This spring I wish to travel around state to state Missing my family of late So head east towards home My ......Read the rest...

...It’s there in the darkest corner of his room there where he takes off his shoes and socks and just leaves them the place that his Mom said that she is going to leave as is from now on it’s just s......Read the rest...

... Every thought, came back, to you, pitiful indeed. Camping in my, thoughts, an unpleasant, nights unrest. Morning was, no better, the smell, of hot coffee. The wood fire, burnin......Read the rest...

...the wood was too green above the flames the sparks danced the fire gave its warmth ......Read the rest...

...I burn the midnight oil To fuel these thoughts that are nocturnal Pen and paper is my late night affair Hours and owls that chime in like clockwork This isn’t harry potter but I will send the......Read the rest...

...It was the summer of my 16th year. Mother encouraged me to spend part of my summer vacation with Granddad, a self-professed stoic. I reluctantly agreed, for he was a peculiar man. I couldn’t imagine ......Read the rest...

...My childhood of the 1960's, all those years ago, feels like a Saturday in my journey nostalgic. The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl," their purity of song, of smiles. A daydream streams, of runnin......Read the rest...

...Every so often I let my young self-take me back to the past. A time when I had just met my husband. We would go camping and fishing on the Callahan Mountain in Oregon. Of course, he did love his hunt......Read the rest...